<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:12:38.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aesop's Fables</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-114226595584996598</id><published>2006-03-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:05:56.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meant to LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done some serious contemplation recently? Not YOGA nor your maths tutorials, but just thinking about life itself. The reason for you to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i didn't so let's not talk about that. &lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the reality of life. I came across this joke and i guess it clearly reflects the way we live our life. &lt;br /&gt;Dig this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day of the world, God created the cow. He said to the cow:&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Gu (cow), today I have created you! Your job is to go to the field with the farmer all day long. You will provide the energy to pull things! You will also provide milk for people to drink! You are to work all day under the sun! In return, you will only eat grass. For that, you will have a life span of 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu objected. &lt;br /&gt;"What! I work all day in the sun and I get only to eat grass!&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I have to give my milk away! This is tough and you want me to live 50 years! I'll take 20 and you can have the remaining 30 years back!"&lt;br /&gt;God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, God created the dog. He said to the dog. "Ah Kow (dog), I have created you for a purpose. You are to sit all day by the door of your master's house! Should anyone come in, you are to bark at them! In return, you will eat your master's leftovers. I'll give you a life span of 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kow objected. &lt;br /&gt;"What! I have to sit by the door all day and will need to bark at people, And what do I get... LEFTOVERS... This isn't right, I'll take 10 and you can have the remaining 10 years back!"&lt;br /&gt;God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the monkey. He said to the monkey. "Lao Kao (monkey), your job is to entertain people. You will make them laugh, act stupid and make faces! You will also do somersaults and swing on trees to amaze them. In return, you will get to eat bananas and peanuts. For that, I'll give you 20 years to live."&lt;br /&gt;Naturally the monkey objected. &lt;br /&gt;"This is ridiculous, I gotta make faces and make people laugh let not even &lt;br /&gt;come to the part about the trees and somersaults. Tell you what, I'll give 10 years of my life to thank you for my existence and I'll take 10. What do you think?" &lt;br /&gt;God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the forth day, God created humans. God said to the man. "You are my best piece of work, for that, you will only need to sleep, eat, sleep, play, eat, sleep again and do nothing else. You will get to eat all the best things and play with the best toys. All you need to do is enjoy all your life. For this kind a of life, I'll give you 20 years." &lt;br /&gt;Just like the rest, the man objected.&lt;br /&gt;"What, all I need to do is relax and enjoy myself and I have only 20 years to live? Tell you what, you've 30 years back from Ah Gu, 10 years from Ah Kow and another 10 from Lao Kao and you probably don't know what to do with all those lifes. Why not I take them all and I'll have 70 years to live?" &lt;br /&gt;God being such good natured, agreed with a smile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS WHY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat, sleep, play and enjoy for the first 20 years of our lives when we &lt;br /&gt;are growing up. &lt;br /&gt;Work like a cow for the next 30 to raise our family. &lt;br /&gt;Sit outside the door and bark at people for the next 10 when we are retired. &lt;br /&gt;And finally, we make faces and perform monkey tricks to entertain our grandchildren for the final 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha true isn't it? well i guess if you have serious objections then you are a boring person. but for the rest, i feel that although this is actually happening, u guys have a better discernment of your life. Although pressures and failures are the 'inevitables' of life, we should look at them at as spices that makes our life more interesting and just like how they make the curry a delicacy. &lt;br /&gt;If we stumble, we should not change our goal but our direction instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember that humility is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a nobody, and nobody's perfect. get it? haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-114226595584996598?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/114226595584996598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=114226595584996598&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/114226595584996598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/114226595584996598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2006/03/meant-to-live-have-you-done-some.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-113800561575524756</id><published>2006-01-23T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:48:13.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old is GOLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since i blogged man, and i'm kinda losing the interest. Nevertheless, I guess it's good to share interesting stuffs you come across with others, so here a little something i chanced upon, and it's real cool. It's about  the older folks. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old beekeepers never die, they just buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old canners never die, they're just preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cab drivers never die, they just lose their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cashiers never die, they just check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old chauffeurs never die, they just lose their drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old chemists never die, they just don't react anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old college deans never die, they just lose their faculties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old doctors never die, they just lose their patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old fisherman never die, they just smell that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old golfers never die, they just lose their balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old insurance agents never die, they just lose their policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lawyers never die, they just lose their appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old musicians never die, they just get played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old owl-keepers never die, they just don't give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old photographers never die, they just stop developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old professors never die, they just lose their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's nice rite? Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short update of myself; I'm working as a relief teacher in some primary schools and I'm liking it! yea so see you again and always remember this piece of advice ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP IT REAL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-113800561575524756?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/113800561575524756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=113800561575524756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113800561575524756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113800561575524756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-is-gold-its-been-some-time-since-i_23.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-113327175844318489</id><published>2005-11-29T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T05:43:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Diddy sang,&lt;br /&gt;"I need a girl in my life".&lt;br /&gt;sHak sings,&lt;br /&gt;"I need a JOB in my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Peters said,&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody's gonna getta a hurt real baddd!"&lt;br /&gt;sHak says&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody's gotta get a JOB real baddd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher sang,&lt;br /&gt;"Peace up! A Town Down!"&lt;br /&gt;sHak sings,&lt;br /&gt;"Get a JOB! At Town!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eamon sang,&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you you whore, I don't want you back!"&lt;br /&gt;sHak sings,&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck it you JOB, I need you back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit rapped,&lt;br /&gt;"Fucked up job, with fucked up pay &lt;br /&gt;And a fucked up boss Is a fucked up pain"&lt;br /&gt;sHak rapped,&lt;br /&gt;"Its definitely better than not having any"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem rapped,&lt;br /&gt;"Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not"&lt;br /&gt;sHak rapped,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have to agree with you, M"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Eyed Peas carolled, &lt;br /&gt;"Where is the Love, the Love, the Love?"&lt;br /&gt;sHak carols,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the JOB, the JOB,the JOB?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough for the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As you can see this is clearly the epitome of boredom, but what the heck, it's fun though. Haha. Seriously, I need to spend my time wisely and correctly. The subject of Economics is useful in explainig my situation - frictional unemployment. To all non-Econs students, it simply means a short term uneployment due to one finding for jobs or alternative better paid ones. It is cause by imperfect information of job availability.(BORING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So the National Wage Council should realise this problem and at the very least hand over pamphlets on temporary jobs for peeps like us after our last paper. It'll be really useful for those whose NS enlistment date is four long months away from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Something unrelated to the topic of JOBs - sorry for the use of vulgarities in this entry. It's a foem of expressing oneself. Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-113327175844318489?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/113327175844318489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=113327175844318489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113327175844318489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113327175844318489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/11/job-p.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-113268012584008809</id><published>2005-11-22T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:24:08.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 and Kicking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A' levels have been e highlight of my life until after i completed my final paper. The papers were generally tough and challenging.(obviously, A levels rite?)haha. Lets me write a short poem on that stressful phase i and all my AJ my friends went through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Mathematics-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangent cotangent secant sine and cosine,&lt;br /&gt;these were the terms manifested in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, is learning complex numbers really neccessary? &lt;br /&gt;in this life of absoluteness and reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-General Paper-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass media, terrorism, arts, the sciences and technology,&lt;br /&gt;these are the topics which appears yearly.&lt;br /&gt;"Read read read for examples for ur GP paper",&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, How general can General Paper be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Economics-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics Paper 1, 2 and 3, &lt;br /&gt;whats e opportunity cost of acing in all the three?&lt;br /&gt;it's hours and hours of compilation of the notes,&lt;br /&gt;And days of comprehending the texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Geography-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that we can actually predict the occurence of floods,&lt;br /&gt;but what do you say about the 'Boxing Day' Tsunami floods?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, geography is everything under the sun and including the sun,&lt;br /&gt;but it fails to discover the Creator of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that sums up my 4 subjects,&lt;br /&gt;which i learnt in tuts and lects.&lt;br /&gt;I will end off with what Bon Jovi would say,&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-113268012584008809?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/113268012584008809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=113268012584008809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113268012584008809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/113268012584008809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/11/18-and-kicking-levels-have-been-e.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112900611787302177</id><published>2005-10-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:51:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really Insightful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;1)  When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (Ink won't flow down to the writing surface). In order to solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to&lt;br /&gt;over 300 degrees C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did Russians do?? The Russians used a Pencil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soap box, which happened in one of Japan's biggest cosmetics companies. The company received complaint that a consumer had bought a soap box that was empty. Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly line, which  transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. For some reason, one soap box went through the assembly line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem. Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soap boxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent whoopee amount to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the same problem, did not get into complications of X-rays, etc but instead came out with  another solution. He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at&lt;br /&gt;the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soap box passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e. always look for simple solutions. Devise the simplest possible solution that solves the problem. Also, learn to focus on solutions not on problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at what you do not have in life, you don't have anything."&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at what you have in life, you have everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112900611787302177?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112900611787302177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112900611787302177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112900611787302177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112900611787302177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/10/really-insightful-1-when-nasa-began.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112670416807151927</id><published>2005-09-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T06:33:23.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something light to relieve the PRELIMs stress. Enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence (a life sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is &lt;br /&gt;   an institution for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his &lt;br /&gt;   Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her Masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, &lt;br /&gt;   wedding ring and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration:&lt;br /&gt;   In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the &lt;br /&gt;   woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;   In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.&lt;br /&gt;   In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOURS listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting married is very much like going to a &lt;br /&gt;   restaurant with friends.&lt;br /&gt;   You order what you want, and when you see what the &lt;br /&gt;   other person has,you wish you had ordered that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad?&lt;br /&gt;   Father: I don't know son, I'm still paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a &lt;br /&gt;   man doesn't know his wife until he marries her.&lt;br /&gt;   Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the &lt;br /&gt;   alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. They say that when a man holds a woman's hand before &lt;br /&gt;    marriage,it is love;  after marriage it is self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. &lt;br /&gt;    But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of &lt;br /&gt;    a coin. They just can't face each other, but still they stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Before marriage, the man 'yearns' for the woman he loves. After marriage,     the 'Y' becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It's not true that married men live longer than &lt;br /&gt;    single men, it  only seems  longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, &lt;br /&gt;    you can be sure of one thing - &lt;br /&gt;    either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. funny rite? yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my view on this issue is different. If we treasure marriage, it urges us to control and regulate our desires, whatever they may be so that we remain dignified and not become like animals. Romance and love die out very quickly when we have to deal in the real world.(c'mon let us all face this truth. isn't it?) The unrealistic expectations that young people have is what often contributes to the failure of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Therefore I feel that every man has a woman and vice versa. It all depends on patience. The ironic thing is that there are times when you feel that the one you think is right for you is someone else's. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough for e mushy bit. now for more important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone knows how to put pictures and songs in your blogs? Pls teach me how! Thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112670416807151927?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112670416807151927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112670416807151927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112670416807151927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112670416807151927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-light-to-relieve-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112455063649084831</id><published>2005-08-20T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:10:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Priority&lt;/strong&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices have to be made because it's difficult to commit yourself to everything you desire in life, like good results, fun, romance? haha. Trade offs is inevitable at every point of your life, so it's vital that u make the right choice. Well, now its A levels and nothing else. After that, YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112455063649084831?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112455063649084831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112455063649084831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112455063649084831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112455063649084831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/08/priority-choices-have-to-be-made.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112428741314352143</id><published>2005-08-17T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T07:25:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We are not and never will be terrorists&lt;/strong&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you folks out there have thoughts that Islam preaches violence and injustice, you're indoctrinated with stupid and baseless ideologies. Because, Muslims who hear the extracts of the Quran chanted aloud thousands of times in the course of a lifetime acquire a tacit understanding that one teaching is always qualified and supplemented by other texts, and cannot be seen in isolation. The words that they hear again and again are not "holy war",but "kindness","courtesy", "peace", &lt;br /&gt;"justice" and "compassion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can choose not to believe in Islam.&lt;br /&gt;But, do not hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112428741314352143?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112428741314352143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112428741314352143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112428741314352143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112428741314352143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-are-not-and-never-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112386569299516420</id><published>2005-08-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T09:59:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;David Blaine Magicman&lt;/strong&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why magic can sometimes be so &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; yet un&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;istic? Ironic? Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic creates wonders. It creates awe. It creates confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that love has the same effect. Love is a magical thing which does not come by magic. When a magic trick is done to perfection, it's outcome is splendid. When love blossoms, it's super splendid. Therefore, be it magic or love, one thing is definite - treasure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112386569299516420?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112386569299516420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112386569299516420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112386569299516420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112386569299516420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/08/david-blaine-magicman-ever-wondered.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112359389806785368</id><published>2005-08-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:47:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Letter from India by an Indian                                                                                                                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Jagjit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not living where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we  moved 20 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to send the address, as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. But I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112359389806785368?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112359389806785368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112359389806785368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112359389806785368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112359389806785368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/08/letter-from-india-by-indian-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15144785.post-112326549607566367</id><published>2005-08-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:42:55.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;well yea. it seems like im e only one new to blogging(haha wth!). without further ado, let me introduce myself. Hi I'm shak. since the purpose of blogging is to pen down ur thoughts and feelings, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(summary of my life in AJC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 3 mths in ajc was a blast,&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed every moment till e last.&lt;br /&gt;31 OH 4,&lt;br /&gt;u guys rock to e floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came e o levels results day,&lt;br /&gt;and it was 3 mths before may.&lt;br /&gt;i got 12 points, thats ok i should say,&lt;br /&gt;things are fated to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School after e 3 mths was no different from e former,&lt;br /&gt;i continued performing my duty as a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;tutorials were uncompleted,&lt;br /&gt;number of lectures atended depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i realised,&lt;br /&gt;promo exams dates were already finalised.&lt;br /&gt;i persevered as i know that success lies in me,&lt;br /&gt;and all i got was D E E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer at e hockey-d with a mofo,&lt;br /&gt;who conveniently stepped on my shoe and broke my toe.&lt;br /&gt;it recovered fully after a month rest,&lt;br /&gt;and then came the true test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW sucked big time for me,&lt;br /&gt;as i had to present my OP with an injury ,&lt;br /&gt;although it was all over in j - one&lt;br /&gt;e disappointing grades remained and were never gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was all i enjoyed in the two years,&lt;br /&gt;kumar, the balls, the scolding which brought much fears&lt;br /&gt;"c'mon la sha! wake up dda!"&lt;br /&gt;"dei coach i noe da!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless trainings made me more confident on e pitch,&lt;br /&gt;however, unfortunately i got injured again by a male 'bitch'.&lt;br /&gt;stopping his shots instilled him a sense of resentment,&lt;br /&gt;he took his chance and tore my ligament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligament torn is ligament gone,&lt;br /&gt;my hopes on playing in e tournament was over and done.&lt;br /&gt;f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,&lt;br /&gt;too bad it's just my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for e operation to fix my knee,&lt;br /&gt;and was awarded with 6 weeks of MC.&lt;br /&gt;through this experience, i learnt something i want to share,&lt;br /&gt;that is to show e less fortunate people 'love, hope and care'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, its a levels and nothing else,&lt;br /&gt;we have to strive to acheive e best we can.&lt;br /&gt;so what if the words doesn't rhyme in the last part,&lt;br /&gt;it's just me. I am the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15144785-112326549607566367?l=culoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/feeds/112326549607566367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15144785&amp;postID=112326549607566367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112326549607566367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15144785/posts/default/112326549607566367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culoque.blogspot.com/2005/08/way-i-am-well-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>shak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962883339930410831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
